Speak truth into the minds of the sick
Find out the inner reasons that we don't believe we exist
Walk out into the spiritual realm
Discover what the ancients meant by damnation in hell
Tell all your sins to the clergymen
They know the price you'll pay to be forgiven
The saints are watching from their golden towers
The people pay for their abuse of power
Repentance
Praise the father, praise the son
I can be clean if I bathe in the blood
You say there's a debt I owe
One paid with suffering
A man was crucified
A holy offering
You're willing to die for your Christ, your chosen king
You're willing to take what is owed, bloodshed is justified
On your f*cking knees
Whoever strikes his father shall be put to death
But when I am beaten I should show forgiveness
F*ck that
I wish you were a deity I could believe in
So that when my time is done, I could ask what the f*ck I did to deserve
A shotgun in my mouth at five years old
I cried for years, and you were never there
But your servant sure as f*ck was
Trust in god is your trust misplaced
Manmade lies on which they're profiting
Would you serve a creator who cares not for the pain he puts you through
His flock of followers ignoring the fact they would suffer in their master's behalf
Personal torture created by giving praise to a sadistic creator
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Speak truth into the minds of the sick
Find out the inner reasons that we don't believe we exist
Walk out into the spiritual realm
Discover what the ancients meant by damnation in hell
Tell all your sins to the clergymen
They know the price you'll pay to be forgiven
The saints are watching from their golden towers
The people pay for their abuse of power
Repentance
Praise the father, praise the son
I can be clean if I bathe in the blood
You say there's a debt I owe
One paid with suffering
A man was crucified
A holy offering
You're willing to die for your Christ, your chosen king
You're willing to take what is owed, bloodshed is justified
On your f*cking knees
Whoever strikes his father shall be put to death
But when I am beaten I should show forgiveness
F*ck that
I wish you were a deity I could believe in
So that when my time is done, I could ask what the f*ck I did to deserve
A shotgun in my mouth at five years old
I cried for years, and you were never there
But your servant sure as f*ck was
Trust in god is your trust misplaced
Manmade lies on which they're profiting
Would you serve a creator who cares not for the pain he puts you through
His flock of followers ignoring the fact they would suffer in their master's behalf
Personal torture created by giving praise to a sadistic creator
Find out the inner reasons that we don't believe we exist
Walk out into the spiritual realm
Discover what the ancients meant by damnation in hell
Tell all your sins to the clergymen
They know the price you'll pay to be forgiven
The saints are watching from their golden towers
The people pay for their abuse of power
Repentance
Praise the father, praise the son
I can be clean if I bathe in the blood
You say there's a debt I owe
One paid with suffering
A man was crucified
A holy offering
You're willing to die for your Christ, your chosen king
You're willing to take what is owed, bloodshed is justified
On your f*cking knees
Whoever strikes his father shall be put to death
But when I am beaten I should show forgiveness
F*ck that
I wish you were a deity I could believe in
So that when my time is done, I could ask what the f*ck I did to deserve
A shotgun in my mouth at five years old
I cried for years, and you were never there
But your servant sure as f*ck was
Trust in god is your trust misplaced
Manmade lies on which they're profiting
Would you serve a creator who cares not for the pain he puts you through
His flock of followers ignoring the fact they would suffer in their master's behalf
Personal torture created by giving praise to a sadistic creator
Writer: Alex Lloyd, Ross Hartzell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid